Well, no drunken ramblings to be deleted this time - that's because I woke up Friday morning on the Kitchen floor with my arm around a bucket of vomit! I've always made it to bed before, so that was quite surprising. I've been hearing quite a few stories about Thursday night, and although I can't remember much, I know that what I have been told is true! I did eleven Aftershocks - sadly not beating Nikki's record of 18, but he didn't have the different colours mixed together like me - and countless pints and had a really good time. Math decided to text a girl we know to see if she "wanted to do Leo up the shitbox with a dildo" He assures me the answer was "if he gets me drunk enough" - Erm, no offence, but I think I'll give that a miss! Came third in the quiz at the Met Bar, Mainly thanks to Andrew! I remember meeting Nicky just before I went home, with her having the dubious honour of talking to me whilst I sat on the corner of Station Road and Murray Street puking my guts up! Then Jake wouldn't let me into Nic's car, and after I got home managed to offend my Mother with my foul mouth, and kept everyone awake by singing Football chants whilst lying on the Kitchen floor, where I stayed until I woke up in the morning!
Great Days!
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